Christ's Birth

Centuries ago, on a
Quiet, starry night--
A baby was born
With a special birthright.

He was born in a stable,
No room at the inn,
Laid in a manger--
Animals surrounding him.

Mary his mother,
Knew from the start,
God had said He was special--
She pondered these things in her heart.

One star shone brightly
Over the stable where he lay,
Three wise men followed it--
And found their way.

Bringing gifts of gold,
Frankincense and myrrh--
They'd found the Savior,
Of this they were sure.

A heavenly choir of angels
Sang out the joyous news--
Soon everyone had heard,
Some believed, others refused.

How could the King of Kings
Arrive in such a humble way?
There should be trumpets sounding,
And a grand display.

But God knew what He was doing,
His Son was a man like any other--
As He grew, He went about
The business of His Heavenly father.

He died to save us
From our sins--
And we repay Him
By commercialism.

The true meaning of Christmas
Gets almost lost--
Rushing out for presents,
And comparing costs.

The world would do better,
To remember Christmas true meaning--
And do some soul searching,
As well as soul cleaning.